In the morning,
I cry out to You, O God,
And you hear my voice.
At noon,
when darkness surrounds me,
and I am stumbling through tears,
Your arms wrap around me.
In the evening,
as I walk through Deaths Valley,
you guard me from flaming arrows.
At night,
when I fall unconcious to the ground,
You pick me up,
and carry me.
~ Alainna M. Norland
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